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A: What are you doing?
B: Do I know you?
A: My uncle says you're very smart but not very nice.
B: And who might your uncle be?
C: The prodigal roommate...returns. My sister got herself killed in a car crash. Her cowboy husband was too drunk. So I took her in. Well I've been reading a lot about you. How are you John?
B: At first all my work here was trivial, but a new assignment came up and I can't really tell you any details.
C: Top secret? Black bag? Black ops?
B: Something like that. And uh...
C: Yes?
B: Well, I-I met a girl.
C: No! A human girl? God, that's wonderful. There's no accounting for taste, is there?
B: Should I marry her?
C: Oh, God, right.
B: I mean everything's going well. The job is fine I have enough money. It all seems to add up. But how do you know for sure?
C: Nothing's ever for sure, John. That's the only sure thing I do know.
B: Alicia please don't be angry. I just lost track of time at work...again. I'm sorry. I didn't have time to wrap it. Happy birthday.
D: It's beautiful.
B: Alicia, does our relationship warrant long-term commitment? Because I need some kind of proof, some kind of verifiable empirical data.
D: I'm sorry, just give me a moment to...A proof? Verifiable data. Uh, okay. Well, how big is the universe?
B: Infinite.
D: How do you know?
B: I know because all the data indicate it.
D: But it hasn't been proven yet? 
B: No.
D: You haven't seen it.
B: No.
D: How do you know for sure?
B: I don't. I just believe it.
D: It's the same with love, I guess. Now, the part that you don't know is if I want to marry you.
E: You look beautiful.
F: Hi, how are you?
G: You need to calm down, John. Now listen to me. We're closing in on the bomb in large part due to your work. Now don't you think your fear is a small price to pay?
B: William, my circumstance has changed. Alicia's pregnant.
G: I told you attachments were dangerous. You chose to marry the girl. I did nothing to prevent it. The best way to ensure everybody's safety is for you to continue your work.
B: Well. I'll just quit.
G: You won't.
B: Why would I not?
G: Because I keep the Russians from knowing you work for us. You quit working for me. I quit working for you.
H: John, you all right?
D: John?
B: Turn it off! Turn off the light! Why would you do that? Why would you turn the light on? 
D: What is wrong with you?
B: You have to go to your sister's. When you get to your sister's, you wait for me to call you. 
D: No. I'm not going.
B: Just get your things.
D: I'm not leaving.
B: Stop! Stop it!
D: What's wrong with him?
I: John has schizophrenia. People with this disorder are often paranoid.
D: But...But his work. He deals with conspiracies, so...
I: Yes, yes, I know. In John's world these behaviors are accepted, encouraged.
D: What are you talking about? What hallucinations?
I: One, so far, that I am aware of an imaginary roommate named Charles Herman.
D: Charles isn't imaginary. He and John have been best friends since Princeton.
I: Have you ever met Charles? Has he ever come to dinner?
D: He's always in town for so little time, lecturing.
I: Was he at your wedding?
D: He had to teach.
I: Have you ever seen a picture of him? talked to him on the telephone?
D: This is ridiculous.
I: I phoned Princeton. According to their housing records, John lived alone. Now the only way I can help him is to show him the difference between what's real and what is in his mind. What's he been working on?
D: His work is classified.
I: He mentioned a supervisor by the name of William Parcher. Maybe Mr. Parcher can clarify things for us. But I can't get to him without clearances.
D: You want me to help you get the details of my husband's work?
I: John thinks I'm a Russian spy. Is that what you think?
J: What did the doctor say?
K: Is he sick?
D: I don't know. I want to see what John's been working on.
J: You know you can't go in his office.
K: It's classified, Alicia.
J: Stop!
D: Oh, my God! Why didn't you say something?
K: Alicia, I mean, John's always been a little weird.
J: He said he was doing code-breaking that it was eyes-only.
K: Top secret. Part of the military effort.
D: Was he?
K: Well, it was possible, you know? Directives come down all the time that some of us aren't cleared for. It was possible.
J: Possible but not likely. Lately he'd become so much more agitated and then when you called...
D: So is this all he's been doing every day? Cutting out magazines?
D: I went to Wheeler.
B: Good, good.
D: There is no William Parcher.
B: Of course there is. I've been working for him.
D: Doing what? Breaking codes? Dropping packages in a secret mailbox for the government to pick up?
B: How could you know that?
D: Sol followed you. He thought it was harmless.
B: Sol followed me?
D: They've never been opened. It isn't real. There is no conspiracy, John. There is no William Parcher. It's in your mind. Do you understand, baby? You're sick.
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